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Chapter 8: Moony's Return

"Lupin?"

"Moony?"

"Professor?"

"Remus?"

"Mr. Lupin?"

"Yo, werewolf breath!" Sirius shouted.

"Hey, and, when was the last time you brushed your teeth?" Remus Lupin appeared from nowhere.

"Ah, the furry one has arrived," Sirius said to his friend. "And a half an hour ago, to answer your first question." Sirius, and Harry had just joint-apparated from Hogsmeade to Remus's house, late two days later.

"Hello Harry, Sirius driving you crazy yet?" Remus shook hands with Harry.

"Er . . ." Harry fumbled for an answer.

"Why does everyone always ask him that?" Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Because we all know you!" Remus mock-glared at Sirius.

"Sadly, this isn't a drop by, and chat visit, Moony," Sirius eyes fell on Harry.

"What's the matter, Padfoot?" Remus followed Sirius's gaze.

"Ever hear of the Emerald Eye, Professor?" Harry inquired.

"The Emerald Eye?" Remus watched as Harry showed him the emerald embedded at the base of his neck. "But . . ."

"Believe it, buddy," Sirius said once Remus was filled in on the whole situation.

"How many days till . . ."

"Four, not counting today," Sirius ticked the days off. "So, Professor, since you're the only one who ever payed attention in History of Magic, where do we start looking."

"Well, the be perfectly honest, I think the only way to find the Eye is to find the Guardian." Remus started pulling books down from the shelves, and flipping through them. "The problem is this is a myth, or should I say was? The point is the only written down information is what we already know, minus the Boy-Who-Lived part. This is, truthfully looking for a needle in a haystack, where do you want to start looking?"

"France?" Harry suggested.

"France, where did you . . ."

"It makes sense, Moony, the Guardian was a Franciscan friar from France," Sirius looking through a book on magical mythology.

"But that's where most people like Voldemort would look for him so he'd leave the country, wouldn't you?" Remus said without looking up.

"Too bad that we don't have my parents' files on this thing, that would give us some help." Harry muttered under his breath. The two adults looked at him like he had just mentioned that there was a Death Eater behind them, and then Remus did something totally unexpected, he smacked himself in the forehead.

"You're a genius!" Remus said, before racing into another room. "I can't believe I forgot about this . . . I thought they were just Auror papers . . .never went through them . . . oh, where did I put them?!"

"Did you check the alabaster jar?" a brass-bell like voice said.

"Of course I did, that's why my hand is stuck in it, now be quiet for a moment," Remus told the Grandfather clock, indignantly, while trying to get his hand unstuck from an alabaster jar. "Oh, bother."

Ten minutes later, Remus returned with a bundle of papers in his hand.

"Where were they?" Sirius asked, trying not to laugh.

"Exactly where I left them, in a collapsible fish bowl that had collapsed, and then was buried under a pile of books on deciphering different kinds of dragon dung," Remus said dryly.

"Now why would you want to learn about that?" Sirius mused.

"It was on the N. E. W. T.s, Sirius, but you slept through that lesson."

"Well, who would have thought it important, I wasn't planing on being a dragon hunter, were you?"

"If I remember correctly you were planning on being a . . ."

"Moony, don't say it!" Sirius yelled so loudly that Remus, and Harry, both, jumped back. "Er . . . sorry, rather stupid career choice, I was purely joking."

"What was he going to be?" Harry whispered, but saw Sirius glaring at him, and shut up.

"I'll tell you later," Remus whispered back.

"Was James planning to go into Astronomy? All these calculations you'd swear he was bucking for Sinistra's job." Sirius sorted through the papers Remus had handed him.

Harry read over Sirius's shoulder. The Eye's power seems to become stronger at certain months, days, and hours scattered through out the year. According to Lily, there is only one day during the year that the Eye 's holder can summon the Army of the Dead to do his/her bidding, this date is July 31. This could be bad.

"Well, this just keeps getting better, and better," Sirius said humorlessly, shaking his head.

"Army of the dead!?" Harry gasped.

"More like the undead," Remus held up a book with a picture of jackle-headed skeletons, that were, (in a rather gory fashion) killing their muscular advisories, then sucking out their souls.

Harry's eyes bugged out, his breath caught in his chest, and he felt a sharp pain in his arm. Almost as suddenly as it started the pain stopped. "I resign as hero of the wizarding world, effective immediately."

"Sorry, Harry, but you're going to have to forgo your resignation," Remus snapped the book shut. "At least until then, now I want you research ways of destroying the Eye."

Late that night, Sirius as he watched Harry flip through reference books, he felt something nagging in the back of his mind that he couldn't quite remember. James had mentioned it once, but as usual I was too busy playing with Harry to pay any attention. Damn!

"Sirius?"

"Huh?" Sirius raised his head.

Remus gave a double nod, and Sirius nodded to him.

"I'll be right back, kid," Sirius ruffled Harry's hair, then followed Remus into the kitchen. "S'up Moons?"

"Have you noticed Harry acting strangely lately?" Remus whispered.

"Ahh, yes . . . no . . .well . . . actually I don't know," Sirius banged his head on the wall.

"And sending your head through the wall will help you figure that out?" Remus mused.

"No," Sirius said dryly. "It just looks like it does, but the problem is that I'm not sure."

"Details."

"One moment I think Harry's skin is very pale, and he looks like he's going to faint, but the next he looks fine. I'm so totally confused, it's unbelievable."

"I am too, so this was what Lily, and James were working on for the Department of Mysteries," Remus said looking at a frame graduation picture, that he could see from the kitchen, James, Lily, Sirius, and himself were all waving, furiously.

"Sirius? Professor? I think I found something!" Harry called from the living room.

"Coming," they called back, and returned to Remus's study/library.

"The Eye's Guardian has the power to transform into any animal at will," Harry read. "So he might not even be in human form."

Sirius bit his lip and thought, welcome to mission impossible.

"We are so screwed," Harry muttered.

"You said it . . .what the . . .?" Sirius was interrupted by a screech owl landing in front of Harry, and dropping a letter in his hand, then swooping off again.

Harry carefully broke the letter's seal, as if half expecting the envelope to explode, and unfolded the letter. The parchment was glowing green, as was the ink the words were written in.

I am a stranger from the south seeking the survivor,

You are from the north, the survivor , whom I seek.

You are carried toward your destiny on the wings of fire,

You search for ICE IS is furious, for your conditions are dire.

Two away, three across, on a casket, in a white, is where ICE IS.

The time is ticking, and the danger is growing.

Listen to your heart, and do your best,

For your courage will be put to the ultimate test,

To finally put the Eye's evil powers to their eternal rest.

As soon as the Harry had said, "rest" the parchment engulfed itself in fire. Emerald green fire.

Sirius cursed under his breath, before saying, "Okay, so the poem was, 'I am a stranger from the south seeking the survivor, you are from the north the survivor whom I seek. You are carried toward your . . .your . . .? Anyone remember what the next word was?"

In almost a robotic fashion, Harry repeated the poem, "Destiny on the wings of fire. Your search for ICE IS is furious for your conditions are dire. Two away, three across, on a casket, in a white, is where ICE IS. The time is ticking, and the danger is growing. Listen to your heart, and do your best, for your courage will be put to the ultimate test, to finally put the Eye's evil powers to their eternal rest."

Sirius raised his eyebrows at this, Harry didn't have a photographic memory, after hearing something twice, or three times he could remember it with no problem, but once? "Was there any odd writing on the letter?"

"Yeah, the words 'ICE IS' were always capitalized."

"Like this?" Remus who had the good sense to write the poem down, showed it to Harry.

"Yep."

"A little poem analyzing, I'm guessing?" Sirius said, his mind still on Harry's newly acquired photographic memory.

"Of course, Padfoot."

"I feared so," Sirius said sarcastically.

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Very late that night, Harry, Sirius, and Remus hadn't gotten very far.

"What do we have Remus?" Sirius's muffled voice came from behind a book that was larger then his head, the book was called, Poems' Purposes for the Poetic Wizard.

"Harry's the survivor, the fire is the fire that the parchment engulfed itself in when Harry finished reading it, so as soon as we figure this out we'll be ne step closer to finding the Guardian. The beginning, I think that the Guardian wants Harry to find him as much as Harry needs to find him," Remus sighed rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Around three, I think," Sirius sighed. "And the survivor is looking more like the snorer to me."

He was right, Harry had fallen asleep, his head lying on A Guide to Solving Rather Annoying Rhyming Riddles.

Dutifully, Sirius got heavily to his feet, walked over to Harry, and tried to wake him. "Harry? Wake up, Harry. This is no use so to plan B." Easily, Sirius picked Harry up.

"Umm," Harry said groggily.

"Shh," Sirius whispered.

"The Eye . . .have research . . .can't sleep . . ." Harry mumbled.

"Moony, and I will take over, it's past your bed time anyway."

"I don't have one."

"Now you do . . ." Sirius stopped Harry had already fallen asleep again.

A smile flickered across Remus's face."C'mon, Pads, I have a spare room that he can sleep in, or would you just like to hold him for the entire night?"

Sirius looked down at Harry as if he was serious considering the idea of holding him for the entire night, before saying,"As nice as that sounds, I think the spare room would be a better idea." Sirius followed Remus into the spare bedroom.

Carefully, Sirius layed Harry down on the bed, took off his glasses and tucked him in, a finger lightly tracing the lighting bolt scar.

"James couldn't have made a better choice," Remus muttered watching Sirius.

"Huh?" Sirius looked at his friend, a bemused expression on his face.

"Nothing," Remus sighed.

"Moony, don't lie to me, I can tell when you're lying, you always sigh like it's the end of the world."

"You give the phrase 'dedicated' a new meaning," Remus leaned against the door frame.

"We've had this talk before," Sirius muttered. "He was 7 months, we were 21, and I was babysitting, and you dropped in because your dim-witted girlfriend dumped you, and you needed consoling. And since I wasn't at my flat you made a lucky guess at where I really was."

"You practically moved into their house, so I had a 50/50 chance of where you would be, did you know that they were thinking of listing you as another dependant child."

"Yeah, Lily almost skinned me alive the time I used Harry to help me pick up girls," Sirius laughed at the memory. "Only I would have the bad luck to date a cub reporter that was in charge of the Daily Prophet's single parent of the year contest."

"Your fake dead wife's name was Shaquillia, Sirius, anyone with an I. Q. over two should have guessed it was a fake name," Remus scowled at Sirius. "How long did Lily forbid you from seeing Harry after that little episode?"

"Two weeks, right before he got sick remember?" Sirius also sighed, Harry had come down with a bad case of the flu when he was very young, and had scared James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus half to death. "Lets get back to work," he said after a long pause.

Remus knew what Sirius was thinking, because he was thinking the exact same thing, how much longer would Harry be alive? It seemed like every time Harry turned around someone was making attempt on his life, and his luck couldn't hold out forever, could it?

"Hamunaptra, also known as the Dream Speaker's curse, it is known to trap one in their dreams for all eternity, or for as long as the caster wishes, and there is only one way to brake it, you have to hear their screams, and to hear their screams you must care for them deeply, and be of magical birth," Sirius read aloud.

"Umm . . .what does Hamunaptra have to . . .has Harry experienced the Hamunaptra?" Remus asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

"But how? Voldemort couldn't have been near Harry, you were there, weren't you?"

"No, I was seducing the next-door neighbor's wife, of course I was there! I knew he was in trouble before he even screamed, it still works, Moony! Even when I was in Azkaban, I felt something when he was being attacked by Voldemort in his first, and second year. Our souls are still bonded! The vicar was right! I never thought he would be, I mean it's been done a million times, it never worked before with any of the others."

"That's because no one takes it seriously, and no one else's godson is Harry Potter, what was it like?" Remus said.

"Horrible! He couldn't see, he sounded so helpless, I started babbling about Quidditch, somehow that broke it, the skull, the rune, everything happened, and worked."

Remus looked at his friend, "Nothing will happen to Harry, Sirius, if I have anything to say about it."

"I hope you're right."

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Sirius groaned, Remus insisted that they get at least three hours of sleep, who needs sleep? You do Padfoot, sadly. With that Sirius drifted into an uneasy sleep.

"In body, and spirit, flesh, and blood, heart, and soul?" the vicar said, he didn't exactly trust anyone that ran in ten minutes late wearing a leather jacket.

"I do," Sirius Black said confidently.

"Then place your hand against the child's hand."

Sirius nodded, and did so, Harry gave him a questioning look. "Its only me," Sirius whispered to Harry, who relaxed.

"Now repeat after me, 'I, Sirius Orion Black, will guard , and honor this child's soul."

"I, Sirius Orion Black, will guard , and honor this child's soul."

"Our souls are joined at this moment, and will remain this way until the end of time," the vicar raised his wand.

"Our souls are joined at this moment, and will remain this way until the end of time," Sirius repeated, and vicar brought his wand down, and a blinding white light encircled the man, and the baby. Golden sparks flew through the air landing in their hair.

No one noticed the vicar gasp, as the sparks flew down. He watched as the man, what was his name again? Sirius, yes, that was it, it had taken him a whole night to pronounce it correctly, take the child in his arms, and make his way back to the boy's parents. "Er . . . Sirius, a word," the vicar asked the newly appointed godfather. "Bring, er. . .Harry, also."

"We'll be right back, Prongs," Sirius said, as he took Harry from James, before following the vicar, thinking, 'this guy is really freaking me out, I don't trust him at all, "you're the godfather?" he asks, aha! No, I'm the valet, who does he think he is?' "For crying out loud , wear a leather jacket, and everyone thinks you're a thug, huh, Harry?" Sirius whispered to the baby, who nodded. "I swear you understand what I'm saying."

The vicar lead them into a back room, "I've asked you back here because do you remember when the golden sparks fell from the sky."

"Yes, so?"

"That never happened before, never," awe filled the vicar's voice. "There's something special about you, and the child."

Sirius shielded Harry from the vicar, deciding that this guy was a total lunatic, and should be shipped to a mental institution right away. "Whatever, and the child has a name, it's Harry how about calling him that, okay?"

"You know very well that you will know when the . . .Harry is in trouble, well let's say you may be able to protect him more then you know. You could probably brake the Hamunaptra curse if it was put on him with just the sound of your voice, think about it!" the vicar said desperate for Sirius to believe him.

"Have a little too much holy wine? Nothing is going to happen to Harry, or James, or Lily, they'll be fine, and live long, and happy lives, and now I bid you a fond farewell, see you in church," with that Sirius turned on a heel, pulled back the curtain, and left.

As they walked down a corridor returning to the main church, Sirius held Harry very close.

"Sirius?" Harry gurgled.

"Yes, Harry?"Sirius said softly, knowing the boy was just saying the only word he could say.

Harry shrugged, his saucer like green eyes drooping, it had been a long day.

"Sleep well, my godson."

Sirius shifted position as the dream faded, realizing the vicar had been right, and Sirius had been wrong in more ways then one.

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While Sirius was dreaming, Harry was also having a dream, a rather informative, but cryptic one.

Harry was in a room that was darker as the darkest night, and there was music blasting, always the same words over, and over again, faster each time.

"ICE IS! ICE IS! ICE IS! ICE IS!"

Pounding, like a headache, pounding into his skull. Slowly Harry realized that the music was saying something else, it wasn't ICE IS, but if you said it really fast it sounded like, Isis!

"Isis!" Harry cried, he knew the name. "Isis, is that what you mean?"

A gigantic, glowing, green envelope fell from the sky, landing almost on top of him, knocking him off his feet. Harry crawled up to the source of the light, the letter's seal. A white cat with glowing green eyes!

The letter vanished, the back of the seal melted, the white cat stayed for a moment before also melting away, only the ghostly green eyes remained.

Pain exploded in Harry's chest, and scar.

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"Good morning, sleepy head," Sirius said cheerfully, he looked like he just woke up also.

Harry did not respond, but leapt out of the bed, and ran to the study, leaving a very confused godfather, and ex-professor in his dust.

"I know it's here, I know it," Harry babbled, as he crawled all over the study floor.

"What are you looking for?" Remus asked.

"YES!!!!" Harry whooped, as he picked up something about as big a quarter that had rolled under a burgundy armchair.

"What is it?" Sirius asked.

"I know who the Guardian is, I'm positive!" Harry grinned.

"Who is it?" the two Marauders gasped.

"Isis," Harry grinned.

"Who?" Sirius said sharply, feeling rather confused.

"Isis is the Guardian!"

"Who is Isis?"

"One of Mrs. Figg's cats!"

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